WOW, the words of a true motorhead. I remember I didn't want to learn how to drive. It scared the hell out of me. But my dad took me into an empty parking lot and he showed me how to shift the 3-on-the-tree on the 283 powered '65 Impala. Soon my folks let me take the car out on the road while one of them rode shotgun. Got my license and recall my first "solo" in the car. At first, it was "freedom", just being able to take off and cruise. Then I got comfortable and it was being able to snatch that column shift from first to second gear in a power shift instant (had to have just the right wrist snap). I remember opening up the car on the highway and watching the sheet metal on the hood vibrate -it was so cool, and my brother thought so too. We had a 1971 Pinto, 1600CC engine and 4-speed. I got to chirping second gear on a good power shift with it.
The combination of "freedom" and the fun of the powershift got me hooked and soon I bought my $150 1956 Pontiac at 16 (but did not get it on the road until 17) which was 19 years old then. I learned to do bodywork and mechanics with that car. Learned how to smoke the tires on that car, and I do mean smoke, not chirp. The more I beat it, the better it ran. The 4speed hydramatic trans was a blast to manually downshift & upshift. Boy would that loose front end bounce as I would gas it and let off. Made everyone think I had a really hot car!
Then I got a 1967 Firebird, and it had a beefed up 350CI and 3speed. That's when racing came into being, along with endless burnouts, and my favorite-powershifting.
What I learned 40 years later is that the car is an extension of who you are, your personality, your joy, your frustrations.......your emotions. Your ego and your car become one. You develop a bond with your car, whatever it may be.
The car pleases you. Women, well, you are supposed to please them -good luck with that one. The car doesn't ask anything of you and never complains. Women will ask everything of you while still complaining it isn't enough or right. You can figure out your car's needs. You will never figure out a women's needs. The car will retain its beauty from the day you meet it. Women lose their beauty a few years after the day you met them. If your car has a problem, you can fix it. If a woman has a problem, she doesn't want you to fix it, she only wants you to listen (even if you can fix it
). You would give up your car for a women. What would she give up to give you a car? If taken care of, the car will be around for a lifetime. With women, there is no guarantee they will be around for a lifetime even when you do take care of them.
So what's my point? Looking back, if I had kept the cars, they would have still been around long after all the women have gone. Men and their cars, its only natural.